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SPIRITUAL, MUSIC ADVICE, 'n' STUFF
 by Rev. Richard Visage
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Let us begin with a short prayer:

 "Law-w-d, for this brand New Year of Our Lord, 1995, please
 give us the music to sooth our souls, and Rock our socks off!"

 It's resolution time again, isn't it? Damn, it's particularly
poignant to start off the year with a kiss goodbye to all those
nasty habits, especially since some of us can usually count on
spending the first part of January in some variant of intensive
care due to Christmas, New Year's, etc., etc. parties and the
associated liver damage.

 Some of the Christmas "genre" music can leave you feeling worse
than a three-day JD binge, too. Did you happen to be subjected to
Kenny G's Christmas Album? Natalie Cole's? Those would be two very
valid reasons to drink to forget.

 Oh, I know . . . I'm rambling again. Scary, isn't it? Anyway,
Ms. Labamba and myself have happily migrated over to the all new
DREAM FORGE magazine, and we'll be hanging out there with our CD
player for the year. So, I guess I'll have to decide between New
Year's resolutions of (a) meeting my deadlines, or (b) peeling
Ms. Labamba out of her red lace bodysuit with my teeth. While I
think on this serious life decision, let's spin a CD or two.

 SLIPPIN' IN
 Buddy Guy
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 Anyone out there have any idea how old Buddy Guy is? I may have
been hallucinating, but it seems to me I first saw him live almost
20 years ago. One is not surprised to find Black Bluesmen still
charging in the later years of their lives, but Buddy plays young.
Fresh, and real young.

 Blues is magic music, it can make the whole world levitate
around you, and Buddy Guy is a master magician. It's hard to recall
an album that is so consistent, so well played, and so full of the
real blues as this one.

 Let's look for a criticism. Hmm, great choice of tunes, super
vocals, outstanding instrumentation, it's wonderfully produced,
and you really should see Ms. Labamba wriggling in her red lace
bodysuit when this CD is on. Incidentally, writing music reviews
is hard work. Really.

 Look for standout guitar work by Guy throughout, most notably
on "Please Don't Drive Me Away," and the coolest trick piano work
I've ever heard on "7-11" by Johnnie Johnson.

 My guess will be that the most common reaction to this album
will be to listen to two tracks, get up, pick up Clapton's "Back
to the Cradle" and throw it into the fireplace.

 MONSTER
 R.E.M.
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 There's a retentive urge among reviewers to find labels for
groups. This is perhaps more difficult for someone of my vintage.
I recently mistook something in the "Neo-Crypto-Post-Industrial-Rave"
category for being something I know as "Disco". Shows how much I
know.

 The first categorization I ever heard of R.E.M. was that they
were "more U than U2", and came without all the posing, preaching
and dumbshit stage names. That's probably unfair to R.E.M., which
has always struck me as a very unique band, with powerful and
original vocals and character. That said, the third track on this
album, "King of Comedy", could have been put on a U2 album, and
it might have fooled me.

 After listening to the first couple of tracks, one might find
that R.E.M. is best fit by inventing a new label indicating a
discovery of fuzzboxes, feedback, and flipping the switch between
guitar pickups. And damn, they do it well.

 "What's the Frequency, Kenneth" is the brilliant lead off
tune, followed by "Crush With Eyeliner", both driving Neo-Fuzzbox
((c)1994, Rev. R.V. --hey, I told you I'd invent a label) tunes
that fairly cause the CD player to smoke right from the beginning.
Check your sub-woofer before you light these puppies up, I'm sure
you don't want an unexpected detonation in your living room. There
are more typical R.E.M. tunes on the album as well, and a blend of
the Neo-Fuzzbox (tm) sound with the more usual R.E.M. fare,
suggesting something of a musical evolution.

 Thematically, the album has a powerful undertone about love and
relationships, and the difficulties that go with them. Not exactly
an original theme, but the treatment here has all the freshness
and wit that has come to be associated with R.E.M. From the smoking
infatuation of "Crush with Eyeliner" to the bilious "I Took Your
Name" and the virtual pleading of "Strange Currencies" this CD seems
to be an exploration of some of the most twitch-inducing aspects of
relationships.

 My favorite is "Star 69", an ode to telephone call display.
This authenticates the theme of the album to me. The folks in R.E.M
have obviously been there to note the power of a telephone option
during a time of tension between two people. You just can't hide
from a woman with call display -- not that I'd know or anything.
Really.

 As your spiritual advisor, might I suggest that you check out the
New Year's sales and pick these two CD's up, they're well worth it.

(Note to the Editors: after some serious deliberation, I chose the
red-lace-bodysuit option in the resolution department. Like it's
a big surprise, right?)

(Note from the Editors, to the Rev.: since we editors only read the
first and last paragraphs of received manuscripts (we ARE very busy
people, you know!); I'm forced to assume (and one should never assume
anything, except for command and responsibiity) that you will look
lovely in your choice of Holiday attire -- BUT, may encounter some
strange glances from other red-nosed party goers. Happy Holidays,
and btw, do those things have zippers? Just wondering . . . .

Religiously yours,
Rev. Richard Visage
[email protected]


Copyright Rev. Richard Visage
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Rev. Richard Visage is the official Spiritual Advisor to Fidonet, and
is listed in the Fidonews masthead, where his correspondence with the
infamous Doc Logger is published regularly. The Reverend operates
1:163/409 on a laptop from various hotel rooms, and is bankrolled by
expense accounts from unsuspecting publications who showed the poor
judgment of hiring him. Canadian Government officials list him and
his semi-clad secretary, Ms. LaBamba, as officially being "at large"
somewhere in North America.
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